Eliot picked up his drink, and sipped slowly, deliberately. He was beginning to feel restless. He wasn't so sure this was a good idea, anymore. He didn't know Lindsey, anymore. He didn't know what his brother was capable of, and he didn't like message in the man's posture.
Lindsey set an elbow on the table, his other hand absently fondling his beer. "Is that right?" His back was more or less to Eliot, not that he would have noticed in any case. His focus was mainlined to the woman in front of him. "We should take this somewhere a little more private, and see if we're compatible, then."